My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

I live in a huge apartment complex with five buildings. Ordinarily this doesn’t bother me greatly. Sometimes, it drives me batty. Today was one of those days.

The elevator closest to our apartment is being renovated and has been out of commission for a week. I’ve been taking a set of nearby stairs. I figure the added five flights a day would be good exercise. (Plus, I have no idea where the other elevator banks are.) This morning, while heading to the building’s gym, I discovered to my dismay that the lights in the stairway were mysteriously out and the entire stairway was pitch black. That fact, plus the fact that I didn’t have my glasses or contacts, forced me to look for the elusive second set of elevators in my building. Through some stumbling and much blind luck, I finally found it.

Unfortunately, the elevator must have disappeared during the time I was working out because when I finished, it was nowhere to be found. I wandered, dazed and confused (and yes, perhaps crying a little bit), for a full twenty minutes, peering intently at doors that looked like they could be elevators and riding elevators in buildings that weren’t mine (and weren’t connected to mine) before eventually stumbling across the second set of elevators I had taken that morning. Or perhaps yet another set of mysterious elevators.

Score? Elevators 1, Me 0.

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